chainchosen | indie & selective paranormal oc | written by DeeÂ
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@chainchosen
            chainchosen | indie & selective paranormal oc | written by DeeÂ
                    heroic / sacrificeÂ
                          promo credit, psd creditÂ

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IâVE MOVED FLICK TO A MULTI
whatâs up im terrible at keeping up with multiple blogs and have decided to combat that by making a multi so follow my terrible scottish child over hereÂ
me to the demon in the corner of my room: ainât u got shit to do
@chargedconstellateâ
I finally have access to a working laptop again which means im back baybeÂ

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Heads up I'm not abandoning this blog but my laptop has absolutely died its final death so until I can sort something out I'm stuck on mobile, in the meantime feel free to dm me for my discord for plotting and such!
* hurt prompts
â are you bleeding? â
â take it easy. you hit your head. â
â where does it hurt? âÂ
â sit still and let me take a look! â
â how did you get that black eye? âÂ
â you should see the other guy. âÂ
â did i say you could get out of bed? â
â thatâs going to leave a bruise. â
â iâll get some ice. âÂ
â thatâs what you get for picking fights. â
â are you trying to give me a heart attack? â
â whatâs wrong with you? â
â you can barely stand. â
â did you throw the first punch? â
â thatâs a nasty bump. â
â get in the car. youâre going to the hospital. â
â at least bandage it. âÂ
â no, youâll get an infection. âÂ
â wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. â
â youâre lucky. that icicle couldâve killed you. â
â whereâs your gratitude? i rescued you! â
â iâm calling the nurse. â
â was that stupid dare worth it? â
â what happened to you? â
â sit down. iâll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. â
â are those bandages? â
â you need stitches. â
â look out for that tree branch. â
â iâve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? â
â lean on me. â
â you got two choices:Â let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. â
â shit, youâre burning up. â Â
â youâre not dying. itâs only a sprained ankle. â
â lie down. â
â iâm sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. â
â youâre in no condition to be walking around. â
â wake up! wake up! â
â i donât feel sorry for you. â
â look at your face! â
aleximedicusâ:
that was among the stranger reactions lewis had seen throughout the eras. poor pat had broken down in tears out of concern for his scouts, the captain had spent weeks insisting that this was all a delusion of his dying brain, and julian⌠well, predictably, julian had thrown an absolute fit. most of them had been far too focused on the fact that they were dead in the first place to worry about where they had died. â thatâs⌠not usually the bit that trips people up, but yes, iâm afraid so. sorry to be the bearer of bad news, as it were. â
God, of all the places to die. Why couldnât she have shuffled off the mortal chain somewhere fun like Berlin, or with enough spooky history to fit her aesthetic like Edinburgh? This place was in the middle of nowhere and honestly didnât look like the interior had changed since her great grandmother was alive. At least it wasnât empty, though the few ghosts she could see looked a bit stuffy, and more than a little scandalised at her language. âFuck it, sâpose it could be worse-at least itâs not London,â because god that really would have been the worst case scenario, âhow does this work then? Do I have to stay here âcause I died here, or can I wander the earth as a ghostly spectre as much as I want?âÂ
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just stab the problem
this might create more problems than it solves but there's nothing that can't be stabbed with enough effort and the right mindset

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Good evening, Flick goes absolutely fucking feral in combat. Her main weapon is literally a spike covered chain designed to tear people to shreds, but if for any reason she doesnât have access to it she will use literally any means possible to defend herself/attack her opponent. This includes but is not limited to strangling them with electrical cables, bludgeoning them to death with a rock, and literally ripping someone's throat out with her teeth during one particularly nasty job involving spring heeled jack. no gods no masters no mercy just a 5â˛6 scottish goth ripping the forces of evil apart with her bare handsÂ
gang of youths | achilles, come down (slowed)Â
Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down Wonât you get up off, get up off the roof? Youâre scaring us and all of us, some of us love you Achilles, itâs not much but thereâs proof You crazy-assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue Redemption lies plainly in truth Just humour us, Achilles, Achilles, come down Wonât you get up off, get up off the roof?Â
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THE GUY WHO DIDNâT LIKE MUSICALS | sentence meme !!
    â contains foul language and some mature themes
I. Donât. Like. MUSICALS!
So tonight weâre going to chronicle a story so astronomical!
Heâs aâcominâ .
Whoâs aâcominâ ?
____âs aâcominâ .
The star of the show ; let him come.
Should we kill him? SHOULD WE KILL HIM??
What an ass.
What a bitch.
What a cuck!
What it means to love; what it means to obey âŚ
The apotheosis is upon us.
YAAAAAY!
Where the fuck is he?
I have no fucking clue!
The guy just doesnât like musicals!
____ , you piece of SHIT!
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chargedconstellateâ:
   PEIP was well aware of the existence of powerful people who opposed of dark forces. Usually, however, these people either are unaware of their abilities, or live far from the United States in places where ancient magics still have weight. Finding a Scotsman in the middle of their crisis intervention protocol, swinging a chain already identified as silver, in the woods of Hatchetfield was unexpected to say the least.
   ( âI thought the only person who would come here from âacross the pondâ was that duchess obsessed with finding Chumby.â Xander had remarked sardonically after hearing the news. )
   She had made a fuss when being escorted back to basecamp and, according to Lowell, still acting surly. He didnât go into detail, but John could make some educated guesses. Before he went in though, he sent another agent on a mundane fetch quest. He had a feeling in his gut that they might need it, and he tended to trust his intuition. Item recovered now in hand, the door opened to her temporary holding room.
   She dressed alternatively, and John could only wonder what had gone on in her life to lead her to fighting demons and their ilk. Before he could talk, she was already talking, immediately trying to establish herself as in charge at this moment. It was almost enough to make John crack a small smile, though his eyes did soften a bit.
   Without a word, he set a bag on the table â a creasy fast food bag containing a veggie burger and fries that he pushed towards her. âI figured you might be hungry.â He said, his tone no-nonsense as if of course she would be hungry after fighting demons, who wasnât? âI apologize for not getting a drink order beforehand.â With that, John sat in the chair across from her.Â
    âMy name is General John McNamara, I am the head of this operation. Thank you for helping us rout this threat.â The young woman was clearly on edge, and honestly she had every right to be. âLet me assure you, youâre not under arrest. We will be letting you go, and returning your weapon to you before the night passes. I would like to talk and exchange information.â
   âItâs not everyday we meet someone like you in Hatchetfield, after all.â
Huh. So this is...unexpected. Flickâs been preparing herself for shouted orders and invasive questions, not a fast food bag being slid across the table towards her. Common sense tells her to be wary of food offered by military strangers, but she ignores it in favour of unwrapping the burger. Sue her, sheâs hungry and besides, whatâs the worst itâs going to do-kill her? She doesnât bother asking how he knows sheâd want a veggie burger, honestly stranger things have happened to her in the past week than this, and her only regret is he didnât think to get her a drink too.Â
âFlick,â she says by way of introduction and peace offering. While he talks she shoves as much food into her mouth as she physically can, nodding around it to show sheâs listening. God, when was the last time she ate? Either itâs been longer than she thought, or this is just a really good burger-maybe a bit of both. She decides not to dive into his someone like you comment, uncertain if he means Scottish, gothic, or monster hunter, and instead focuses on the first part of his statement.Â
âExchange information?â she asks once sheâs swallowed another mouthful of chips-fries-whatever. âWhat, are guys like The X Files branch of the army?â good show, that, if a little unrealistic. She supposes it makes sense that thereâs some kind of organisation dedicated to this kind of thing, and given that this is America it makes sense that it would be a military one. She sighs and holds the bag of fries out towards General McNamara in offering, âitâs not like I have much of a choice is it? Whatâd you wanna know?âÂ
aleximedicusâ:
@chainchosenâ. /  đđđ°đđđ´đ đ˛đ°đťđť.
â âwell, put simply, miss, youâre dead. â not, perhaps, the most tactful way of delivering the news to a freshly-deceased spirit, but lewis had never exactly been known for his tact, in life or in death. the bluntness earned him a sharp tut of disapproval from pat, but he disregarded that without so much as a glance over his shoulder. the girl had to come to terms with the fact of the matter one way or another â better sooner than later. â dreadful shame about the body, but someone will be along to collect it, iâm sure. â
Shit, well, she couldnât say she didnât see this coming. One day before her twenty fifth birthday, right on time. Only surprise was â-I died here?â she looked around at the house, the well manicured lawn-the national trust energy of it all. Of all the places sheâd expected to meet her inevitable world saving demise, this is...well, it was probably at the bottom of the list. âI died in fucking Surrey?â god, the universe really did have a twisted sense of humour. âShit!âÂ

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sheâs not like other girls, sheâs worseÂ
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If thereâs one thing Flick hates more than being called to deal with demons in the woods of a shady American town because some teens thought recreating their favourite horror films was a fucking great idea-if thereâs one thing she hates more than that, itâs the goddamn military. Her job is hard enough already without a bunch of pricks with guns swarming all over the place like they own the place. Endearing herself with the local forces isnât one of Flickâs better skills, and if sheâs being generous she can understand why coming across a demon goop covered Scotswoman swinging a giant spike covered chain around might be, well, concerning-but she doesnât really feel like being generous right now. What she feels like is a nice long bath, some painkillers and a veggie burger, but the military assholes have her hold up in their basecamp in the now abandoned town for the time being. Bastards. She really does want that burger.Â
The door to the room sheâs being kept in opens and Flick looks up from where sheâs been trying to pick the worst of the drying demon goop out of her jeans. With any luck sheâll be able to clear this whole thing up, maybe play the frightened normie who got caught up in something too big for her, and be at the diner she spotted on the way here in forty minutes or so. Unfortunately the man walking into the room looks like a pretty serious no-nonsense general kind of guy, and Flick sighs, long and dramatic. God, she should never have come to the states.Â
âLook, whatever you think Iâve done here, youâve got it all wrong,â she begins in a thick Scottish brogue. âI had all of this bullshit handled fine till your guys turned up and made a fuss-youâre welcome for that, by the way, because without me youâd be fighting way more demons than you ended up having to. So howâs about as a gesture of good will you give me back my chain, let me go back to my truck and we go on our merry ways never seeinâ each other again, âkay?âÂ